[Though he avoids resting his full weight on her, it doesn't keep Emet-Selch from following closely, pressing their bodies together as he settles mostly on top of Mira, just the awareness of their position a pleasure in itself. And the increased skin contact, the movement of her hands on him, pulls a sharper intake of breath from him, and a shaky exhalation. Though he tended to be restrained in his sounds, it was getting harder to keep the occasional one from surfacing, as close as they were.
When was the last time he'd felt this measure of anticipation? That he'd ached this much for someone?
And though he longed to just twine their legs together, rub against her for some meager measure of relief, he holds himself back from doing so. But there's little teasing this time when his hand moves to start working at the fastenings of Mira's trousers; all this remaining fabric was intolerable, why did mortal clothing have to have all these parts to it.]
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When was the last time he'd felt this measure of anticipation? That he'd ached this much for someone?
And though he longed to just twine their legs together, rub against her for some meager measure of relief, he holds himself back from doing so. But there's little teasing this time when his hand moves to start working at the fastenings of Mira's trousers; all this remaining fabric was intolerable, why did mortal clothing have to have all these parts to it.]